"Let's make love," Jake said.
"It's too hot." Sheryl stood near the window and directed the fan to blow directly on her. "If you'd let me turn on the air, maybe..."
"And run up the electric bill! I think not." Jake huffed and crossed his arms in front of him. After a few seconds, he moved next to her and danced his fingers up her arm. "Come on, baby, let me shake your world."
"No, Mr. Tightwad."
"Fine! Be like that." Jake turned on his heel. "I'll go where I'm appreciated."
"Don't let the door hit you on the butt on your way out."
The door slammed. Jake was gone.
Sheryl shrugged and flipped on the air conditioning with a smirk. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. When she heard rumbling at first she thought the air unit was acting up. Then she noticed a flash outside the window. A quick glance and she knew the storm was moving in for the attack. Off went the air and on went the fan. She picked up a book and barely finished one page, when a loud crack of lightning snapped, followed by pounding thunder. The lights flickered. Sheryl put down the book and peeked outside. The wind was blowing like crazy. Trees swayed. Limbs scraped the side of the house and clawed at the window. Suddenly rain downpoured from the heavens. More lightning. More thunder. More noises. The lights flickered, then darkness.
"Jake!" She remembered he wasn't home. The lights came on. Instantly, Sheryl dashed for her cell phone and grabbed a flashlight on the way. She dialed his cell.
"What?" he yelled.
"Jake, there's a storm...the power is blinking on and off... just come home."
"Why should I?"
"Please. The security system isn't working. There is a stalker after me." Lightning snapped and fizzled. Sparks lit up the night. The house was pitch black. Sheryl screamed. "Jake!" No answer, their connection was severed. She was worried that the house had been hit and could be on fire.
Flipping on the flashlight, she investigated. Everything looked fine. She'd just wait out the storm. No stalker would be out on such a horrible night. The sofa offered her a safe refuge. She curled up and listened as the storm raged. The noise was deafening. It wouldn't have surprised her if a tree toppled over and dropped on the house any moment.
The front door opened. A man's silhouette stood in the doorway. The stalker!
"Go away, I have a gun!" Sheryl shouted.
"No, you don't."
"Jake, you bum." She rushed into his arms.
"Want to make love now?" He whispered against her hair.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Her silk nightie glided down her legs to the floor. She was ready to generate her own heat.